Acrostic

Christian
Christ came to save; not to destroy Hear this, ye hypocrite Rain shall drench In the region of all Save! The shanties will say Tears of idles flow like the river Immersed in the sea; but sink not Adhere to the actor; for nothing is on earth Now we see, now we know, the world is vanity.
By Goto Emmanuelabout a year ago in Poets
Dedication
To my mother who taught me how to read, no matter how hard it was to keep me still. There are times you read to me as I ran around the room and the words would chase me. You
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
Christmas Party Food Ideas
The holiday season is the perfect time to gather with loved ones and celebrate, and no celebration is complete without an abundance of delicious food. Whether hosting a cozy family gathering or a grand Christmas bash, having the right menu can make your party unforgettable. To help you plan a festive and delicious feast, here are some Christmas party food ideas that cater to various tastes and preferences.
By Housekeepingabout a year ago in Poets
Ten years
I’m starting to forget how you smelled... Pine, Engine oil, Dry flannel. The faint sweetness of licorice.
By Office 2019 Torrent Para PC Download Grátis Português PT-BR 2025about a year ago in Poets
dehctateD
----- _Do I blame him for shutting me out; I cannot ----- _Every hot pattern in me refuses to be untaught ----- _He's not intimate enough, but he always shows concern
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Totality
Escape with me from the spy of heaven that seeks out lovers' trysts - Come hide away under cover of the moon for she alone keeps our secrets,
By Sara Littleabout a year ago in Poets
If It Were in My Power…
If It Were in My Power… If it were in my power, I’d build a city, a magical tower. Where the flutter of doves in their gentle flight Would turn life’s song into endless delight. Where jingling breaths, like anklets, sing, And senses soak in the hues of spring. Where the moon would never fade or wane, And moonlight’s fabric would gently sustain The barren souls of a thirsty earth, Clothing their hearts with endless worth.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
The Desolate Evening
The Desolate Evening A sorrowful evening, a grieving heart, and endless solitude, Everywhere stretches the boundless emptiness of loneliness.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
What Became Of You ?
What became of you, with your wisdom of life? Why are you silent now? Tell me, what became of you? You parted ways, chasing new destinations, I lost my path after losing you; what became of you?
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
Three Months to Live—III
Unlike before, I jumped out of my bed All those Novels that I fancied, in a single day; I read I sang and danced; I could feel my beat
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Create a portrait where I smile while I weep
A Portrait of Tears and Smiles Create a portrait where I smile while I weep, Let sorrow be expressed, but not as a spectacle to keep.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
You’ll never return, I had to say
You’ll never return, I had to say, You went far away, as I searched each day. For centuries, in valleys, I waited for you, You came for a moment, smiled, then I searched anew.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets